Per toccare il soffitto con il dito dovete saltare molto in alto.

Italian word of the day:

saltare

to jump

The Waiting Game

It's a Wednesday.

I'm still in bed.

I'm fully awake.

And I'm waiting.

Until it is midnight.

Which is about in 12 hours.

Because by then. By then. I'm hoping that my results will be online. Ready for the viewing. Three years and I suppose in a way it boils down to this. So let's see how that goes.

So here I am. Waiting.

Ode to Toto

Where for art thou dear Toto?
Your matted fur has been missed.

You were mine
only briefly,
before Mother had an idea.

Where for art thou
dear Toto?

Taken by a choice that wasn't mine.
You could be lying in a dumpster.
You were a fantastic toy.

Oh dear Toto.

Mother
what have you done?

You're about to send this email without a subject line.

Something I particularly enjoy is naming emails. I probably enjoy thinking of a subject header more than I should. I think a good header should comprise of mystery (wetting the recipients appetite) yet still somehow relate to the content of the email that you have slaved over.

So below are the some of the fruits of my previous labours, from real emails, that I have lovingly sent.

  1.  A baby's bottom.
  2.  Step aside Lady Gaga, we have a new winner of weird entrances.
  3.  Call me Judy.
  4.  Ball o' Net.
  5.  Cabbages and raincoats.
  6.  Too much too soon, and who knew?!
  7.  That poor moose.
  8.  "Your feet smell like death." "That's because they are bleeding to it."
  9.  Mountain dweller calling.
10.  A PLAGUE ON YOUR HOUSES!
11.  Like one of your French girls.
12.  This is Roy.
13.  Chlochlo you just cray cray for Jojo.
14.  Snot and secrets.
15.  At last, an open window!!
16.  Thee, thy, thou.
17.  What a fine figure you have.
18.  Country of bread.
19.  Lions, Alps and Rabot.
20.  You are a BEAR.

We hope you have enjoyed this episode of: 'The names of Hannaa's old emails.' Please stay tuned for more thrilling content.

"I'll have that, with a side of rust please."

I have just googled:

What will happen if I eat rust?

Look at what my life has become.

Did Someone Say Buffet?

Being an art student, I collect strange things. My current project involves insects, so I have some dead moths on my floor to draw later. So there I am, innocently colouring in my drawing of a mountain that was spread out on my floor. (As it is rather large.) Just minding my own business. 

And then I notice something. 

I turn to look at my collection of dead creatures (as all monsters do) and I notice there is a new one. A big one. An alive one. A massive spider. The one type of insect I can't really deal with. 

Clearly he thought he had found some new friends. 

Or a delicious buffet.

Figs and Laguna

Eating figs and watching Laguna Beach is not the answer.